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A Father's Fear He walk into the parking lot late that evening. It was actually morning now. The sea of cars now all the same color. The only distinguishing fact between them shape at the dark hour. He pressed the unlock button to see which car lit up rather than pressing lock and making it honk. He was sensitive to all sound, to all light. He found his escape—his red sports car. Whenever something was wrong he went for a ride. Something was truly wrong this time.
He open the car door and stepped inside—not taking the time to take off his suit jacket as he usually does, wincing as he enters the illuminated interior. He closed the door slowly. He pulled his seat belt across his chest and guided the buckle to click into place. He sat there as the lights dimmed into an off position. Just sitting there with Mother N
The Crash I continued the quiet ride home. I turned the CD off. I could not stand to hear myself sing. It was raining pretty hard, no thunder though. My princess rested peacefully beside me. Every last one of Disney's princesses would have envied her. Her beauty, her peace. She is a priceless piece of art. Me on the other hand, no Disney prince would have envied me. I couldn't do it. I could kiss Sleeping Beauty. I couldn't put the glass slipper on Cinderella. I could not ask her the simple question.
The tears swelled in my eyes. I used my bodily windshield wipers to clear away the tears. The road was practically empty. The occasional car flew by as I drove along. I looked over to my princess. I wished I could save this moment; put it in a jar and revis
Through the Power LinesMost of the times I talk to her
it's through the power lines
the light speed of electricity
connecting our lives
The electric glow of the computer screen
I gaze at from my chair
does not look at all like her face
that often so beautifully stares.
The kisses do not feel the same
through a dial-up modem
hen they fall upon my face
it's so much fun to count them
The hugs do not feel as strong
through the DSL cables
There are no arms wrapping around me
infront of me the computer table
Most of the times I talk to her
it's through the power lines
I miss her more each second counted
that's not connecting our lives
Movie DateI move in slowly to steal another kiss from my beautiful princess. I first raised my hand to touch her beautiful skin. It is so soft. Her cute face growing nearer to mine. Our lips touch. Her orange hair entangles my hand as I hold the back of her head. Her blue eyes staring intently, encroaching my soul. I cower. The green electric glow of the television sets lights upon her face. A small tickle stimulates my stomach. My shirt slowly moves away. A cool hand lands on my stomach. A joyous chill runs throughout my body. I look up to my partner of these intimate acts. I love her. I find one of her long hairs in my mouth. I don't mind too much. It's beautiful. Kisses caress my neck. Up and down the kisses lea
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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